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securing the Velcro. I went back into the living room, ears full of music and ducked out of the apartment.
    When I reached the sidewalk, I did a few stretches before starting. I turned right, away from the apartment and started my jog. Running was such a natural high. It was invigorating. The temperature was already steamy, which meant I sweat so much more than I ever did back in Maine. I didn’t mind while I ran. I loved how it felt, a soft breeze coursing through my hair, whipping my ponytail back and forth across my back.
    The city was gorgeous. I took in as much as I could while I ran. I picked up the pace three blocks away from the apartment and sprinted for another six blocks. I stopped at a busy intersection, decided to turn around, and slowed down. For the final three blocks back to the apartment, I sped up again, running as fast as I could.
    By the time I walked through Dallas’s apartment again, I was breathing hard but I felt great. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and downed half of it without taking a breath. I made my way to my room, grabbing some clothes for the day. I went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
    I kept the water cool; the spray felt so good against my body, washing away all the sweat I’d worked up on my run.
    By the time I stepped out of the shower, I felt refreshed, vibrant. I wrapped a towel around my hair and then dried off my body. I pulled on my jean shorts, the new ones I bought on my shopping spree and paired them with a pale yellow top. The chiffon material was light and airy on such a hot day. I had no idea what I was going to be doing, but it was hot outside, so if I did anything outdoors, at least I wouldn’t die of heat exhaustion.
    I grabbed my dirty clothes and towels, piled them in my arms and walked out into the hallway, nearly running into Stone.
    He mumbled unintelligibly, slipping past me into the bathroom. Definitely not a morning person . I bit back a laugh as he slammed the door shut. I tossed my laundry into the basket in my room, unwrapping my hair and tossing that towel in the laundry, too.
    I ran my fingers through my hair, detangling it. I always styled my hair like Rainey. Not on purpose; it just sort of happened. Especially now that she was gone. The length was similar to hers, too, which made it difficult for so many people, like Baker and Dallas, to look at me and not see her. I was tempted to dye my hair on a number of occasions, but I loved my hair. Blonde might be a cliché, but I didn’t care. I was smart; my
hair color
didn’t determine my brain capacity.
    I could hear the shower in the bathroom turn on, so I grabbed a comb out of the top drawer of the dresser and ran it through my hair. I plugged in my hair dryer and then leaned forward to flip my hair. I blow dried my hair completely. When I shut it off, the shower was off. I tried not to think about Stone, naked in the bathroom. Yeah, right .
    He was too damn good-looking for his own good. And mine. All I wanted was to lick his sexy body, from his tantalizing abs to his exquisite pecs, and then back again a few times. I definitely wanted to suck his dick again. He was bigger than most guys I’d been with, but not scary big. He was perfect. And I loved how he tasted. I licked my lips, remembering how delicious his semen was.
    I wanted him too much. At some point, I was going to let my attraction for him slip again, even if I didn’t mean for it to happen. I sighed, hoping it wouldn’t be any time soon.
    Forcing myself to ignore the quietness of the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen. I wanted to make a healthy breakfast, so I started pulling items out of the fridge and cupboards. I set out enough for two, though I wasn’t sure if Stone even ate breakfast. I didn’t want to be rude.
    “Something smells good,” he said from behind me, a few minutes later.
    “At least you’re coherent now,” I commented.
    “Huh? Oh. Yeah, sorry about that. I’m not much of